Saturday, April 22, 2017

Farm Notes

The goat head sprayers came April 13 to spray pre-emergent.

I say the first Western kingbird of the season yesterday, April 21.

Swainson's hawks are back. I first saw them April 19th.

Sunday, April 02, 2017

Keeping track of migration

I've been wanting to note the arrival of certain birds and when our fruit trees bloom etc. But I am terrible at it.

I saw an Osprey with a fish near Home Depot on State Street March 29th. First of the year. Waiting for Swainson's hawks now.

Sunday, January 08, 2017

Winter has Come

It's been snowing in Boise. It's been cold too - snow and cold go hand in hand, but it can snow at 36 degrees. We have experienced lows of -7 at our house. That's overkill. One of our young alpacas, Maverick, was shivering one night. It's heartbreaking to see an animal shivering and more so when it's going to get colder as the night goes on. Last night it was about 17 degrees and the alpacas looked relaxed, sitting (kushed) and chewing their cud. Or whatever they chew.

It has warmed up a bit but now there is freezing rain. It was today's forecast that made us shovel roofs yesterday. I estimated it would take and hour and a half to do the house. It took five. And there was two fresh inches of snow within an hour of finishing. The weather people are anticipating freezing rain, rain, then more snow. Along with that they warn of power outages. We've been trying to find propane for a Coleman lantern. Sold out everywhere we've checked. Also, our diesel Ford f350 won't start. Jenny's taillights stopped working on her other car. My VW is buried.

The pipes in the barn have been periodically frozen even with heat tape and a space heater.

Our neighbor John plows our road and driveway regularly and we love him for it. And for other things, he is just plain lovable.

Snow is knee deep on our lawn.


Wednesday, November 09, 2016

I still remember 11/9

I still remember where I was when I found out Trump was elected President. Our dog, Ace, was pacing in the kitchen trying to tell someone he had to pee. By the time I got out of bed he had already peed on the floor, so I cleaned it up. Then, with a pee soaked towel in one hand, I opened my laptop. I refreshed the New York Times electoral map. Acid formed in my gut. I tried to go back to sleep. Stress and fear are tiring so I eventually nodded off until about 4 am.

Where were you?


Thursday, May 12, 2016

Farm Notes

Started irrigating on May 11. Sprayed pre-emergent on March 25.

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Paper Positives



I bought this "direct positive" photo paper. I was trying it out yesterday. It's a fun way to make original prints. It's tricky. Underexposed images are too dark. Overexposed are too light. Even slightly old developer makes for flat (low-contrast) images, so fresh developer is a must.

Monday, February 22, 2016

US National Cyclo-cross Championships, Austin Texas, 2015




Post I neglected from last year found in a dark, dusty corner of the internet

Every once in a while I remember this blog. Right now I am remembering it from the tenth storey of a hotel (Tryp Hotel) in Sao Paulo. I am here for a few days for a Robert Heinecken exhibition. Now that I am closest to an "Amazon Rain Forest" than I have ever been, I really want to look for birds. But Sao Paulo is not a tourist town. When I mention it to people they look like I just asked where I should dig for gold. One woman said we should fly to Rio. Not for nature but for tourist stuff. I am not really interested in tourist stuff other than maybe a guided nature walk.


Inspiration

is 90% perspiration. That's not right. Perspiration is the product of inspiration. Closer. Today I was inspired to clean the chicken coops. And I sweated quite a bit as a result. It is amazing how much dust chickens produce.


That is a chicken dust covered tape by the dub poet Mutabaruka. Incidentally, I bought Minute Made orange juice from Mutabaruka back in 1986 in Jamaica.

Chickens also produce an amazing amount of eggs.

Truth and Tattoos

I think of my self, or is it, myself? Either way, my impression of me is that of an honest man. Yet here is a lie I tell regularly:

 "Cool tattoo." Sometime I say, "I like your tattoo."

Here is one I actually like:


I am aware it isn't for everyone even though Devo's latest album is called Something for Everyone. 





Sunday, December 06, 2015

1998, May

The first summer after Luke's first year of grad school at the Art Institute of Chicago and the last summer before my first year of grad school at the Museum School in Boston, we went on a trip. 







Islands


Friday, November 06, 2015

Jocose is a Word I Have Never Used.

Maybe I should just print this blog out. Does anyone read Blogger blogs anymore? Don't bother answering. I'm not really interested. That's how bad it is. I really liked writing this blog and I'm not planning to throw it away, but I often forget it is here.

As I mentioned in the previous post, I bought a Volkswagen Jetta. They are now being recalled. I wish "recalled" was synonymous with "refunded."

In other news, I was playing with a homemade medium format camera and took this picture of our Alpacas.


Thursday, May 21, 2015

Car Shopping

I've been car shopping. Shopping in general is not fun and shopping for cars is worse. The person who tries to sell you a car really wants to sell you a car. It's so much more important to them then selling underwear is to a salesperson at Urban Outfitters. And it is almost impossible to trust a car salesperson (man). As far as I can tell they are all men. A line I got from Nissan, Ford, Subaru, Toyota, Honda and Volkswagen is, "No one else does this…" One of the things that no one else does that they all do is have a "no haggle" policy. The other thing they all do that no one else does is look up the Carfax information for you.

The Ford salesman was the worst. I wasn't opposed to buying a Ford or a used car from Ford. This guy went to pains to tell me that he wants me to feel comfortable, feel no pressure, etc. But when I said, "Ok, I have to sleep on it he looked dismayed and said, "I don't know what you have to sleep on? I mean, if you like it you should buy it. I just don't want you to miss out on this." I told him I cannot shop for a car and assume the first car I look at is the only car for me. Then he said, "Well, its clear you want to leave. I don't know what I did wrong. I thought you were here to buy a car." I found my self saying things like, "You did great. Don't worry. You're fine." Then as I drove away I was saying, "What a manipulative jerk." I bought a Volkswagen and I felt fine. I always have buyer's remorse even when I buy groceries. But I did feel happy for not buying from that Ford salesmen. I almost drove my new Jetta over to show him.

I would be a terrible car salesman. I would keep reminding the person that they "do not have to buy this car. Shop around. Are you sure you want this one? It's pretty pricey. Sleep on it."




Saturday, February 07, 2015

I reminisce, part 1

In 1991, 92, and 93 I spent many hours in the darkroom at Humboldt State University. My friends and I listened to mix tapes that we made for each other. In those days we would listen over a boom box so everyone go to hear our music. We were obsessed with Jonathan Richman. From memory a typical mix would have:

Jonathan Richman
Tom Waits
Hank Williams
King Missile
Daniel Johnston
Dolly Parton
Billy Childish
Holly Golightly/Headcoatees
The Louvin Brothers
Perez Prado
Johnny Cash
A Tribe Called Quest
Buddy Holly



Living in Humboldt County was perfect for us because we loved the rural and the old timey. We spent much of our free time shopping in the endless supply of thrift stores, junk stores and antique stores. We dressed like lumber jacks and farmers.

We would never go anywhere without our cameras. I had my Rollieflex and my Kodak Retina. Both were practically antiques. We were all fans of old cameras. Most of my friends used compact, folding, medium format cameras.


When I wasn't in the darkroom or out exploring with friends. I used to grab my fishing rod, sling my creel over my shoulder then wait on highway 101 with my thumb out. I imagine I looked just like my dad when he went fishing. It was his creel and often I was wearing his shirt after all. Sometimes I would stand there for what seemed like hours and other times the first car would pick me up. On a good day I would get all the way to Big Lagoon or Stone Lagoon in one ride. I would fish for coastal cutthroat trout. Sometimes I'd see river otters and osprey. Often a herd of Roosevelt Elk would be up to their knees in the water, grazing.



Wednesday, December 03, 2014

My Top Tens List


Echo Lake (top ten places)
The Notorious BIG (top ten rappers)
The Wizard of Oz (top ten movies that should not be re-made but The Wiz is the exception)
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (film, 1971) (top ten movies that should have never been re-made)
The Lord of the Rings (top ten books)
Paul McCarthy or Paul McCartney, either one (top ten artists of the last few decades)
Donuts (top ten foods no one should eat but that are really hard not to eat)
Rolleiflex (top ten cameras that I own)
Brittany Spaniel (top ten dog breeds of the 1970s Sadler household)
Julia Child (top ten television chefs)

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Friday, August 22, 2014

West Nile

This morning our alpaca, Sassafras, was having trouble using her hind legs. She was wobbly. Jenny and I picked her up - I would guess she weighs about 100 lbs - and put her in the back of the Yukon. The Yukon is a large car ideal for picking up hay or taking livestock to the vet - one livestock at a time.

The vet suspects West Nile virus. Jenny reports that the vet warned that this is sometimes fatal but also that the vet didn't seem overly concerned or at least she didn't switch into emergency mode like she did with our poor goat, Chloe.

When Jenny returned we vaccinated all seven of the remaining alpacas and our three horses. There is no vaccine for goats. Wrangling all of those alpacas is not an easy job. I sprained a finger when I accidentally jammed three of them into Seurette's hard neck.

Goat News:
The three goats have been restricted to their stall and dry lot. Fiona's udder had grown to a size that would be the envy of a small cow. But she wasn't pregnant. The diagnosis? Precocious udder. The prescription? No grazing or grain for Fiona. The vet, the same vet who is working with Sassy, said we could let her graze again - keeping and eye on her udder of course. Last I looked, the three goats were happily eating mallow and some other undesirable weeds. Good goats!

Tuesday, August 05, 2014

Danny and Gavin


These two guys died a few weeks apart a few weeks ago. Jenny rescued them both on the same day 16 years ago. Things will never be the same around here. So much of our daily routine centered around taking care of these sweet boys.




That is danny above with Diego in the background. Danny loved visitors. He would throw the entire weight of his body at their legs and plop onto their feet.



This is Gavin, dignified and old like the Jonathan Richman song. He didn't like getting his picture taken. He had an uncanny ability to tell the difference between a cell phone just being used as a cell phone and a cell phone in camera mode. That's why these photos look like a private investigator took them.




The scraggly little guy on the left is Elliot who arrived just days before Danny left. He loved Gavin. It was love at first sight.

So sad without them.

Wednesday, June 04, 2014

Stuff from the cabin that Cabin is named for


I love reading the record of the mundane activities of every day, particularly when they were written by my own family and the events took place at my favorite place in the world, Paris, France Echo Lake.


I am thinking of making postcards of some of this imagery. Probably not as interesting to people whose cabin this doesn't concern. 


Our cabin used to be much smaller, even smaller than the part labelled "existing." It used to consist only of the section with the door flanked by two windows.


I see that a door was proposed to separate the old and the new. There is a doorway but no door. I've often thought of putting a pocket door there, mainly to keep the main cabin warmer in the winter.